“But I don’t see what the problem is.”
“Well, it was reported to us by your RA that you had a girl in your bedroom after hours.”
“That was my sister,” I prevaricated. Indian sex Albertson. When no sock was found dangling from the doorknob, it signaled that all was clear and that he could enter the room. About forty-five minutes later, I had Brandy arced on top of me as I was boning her from behind while lying on my back. Read 17301 times |
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The dormitory complex where I stayed was no exception. The Resident Assistant within my dormitory was a cookie-cutter Mormon missionary fuck who actively patrolled the hallways of my living unit at night. Laughter was heard from behind the door. “What is this all about?” I innocently asked the student housing director as I handed her the bullshit bill. “But I don’t see what the problem is.”
“Well, it was reported to us by your RA that you had a girl in your bedroom after hours.”
“That was my sister,” I prevaricated.
